Thursday, August 9, 2012

A letter to my daughter on her 13th birthday

Its official. Since 8:26pm on August 2nd, you are finally a teenager. The thought makes me feel old. I don’t think I’m ready! I can’t possibly be that old. I still have some growing up of my own to do.

In five short years you will set off into the crazy mad world, to college or university. It seems so close. There are still so many things you need to know, so many things I want to teach you, and too many things I’m afraid of you learning. I miss you already. It makes me sad to think of you growing up - I have envisioned your wedding a dozen times, in my mind I have held your baby.

You have been with me for so long, the deciding factor in every decision I make. Part of me wants to let you go a just a smidgen and watch you make your own decisions, but part of me wants you to be all mine forever. You no longer call me mommy. You shy away from my hugs and kisses. Occasionally I get an “I love you.”

Enjoy the little things my dolly, all too soon they will become the big things. Eat cheesecake, dance in the rain, sing out loud and surround yourself with people who love you. Find what you love and figure out how to get paid for doing it.

Have no regrets.

Never be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone, its OK if its a little scary. Always treat people how you want them to treat you. You are not better than other people and they are not better than you.

Remember that no matter where you are and what you do, I will always love you. I will always be your biggest fan.

All my love,
Mom

** I know its a little late, but I had this scheduled for the 2nd, but it didn't post. ** tommorrow I'll tell you all about the wedding!

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I'm a girl from around the bay. A runner, mother, daughter, sister, wife, an average run of the mill Newfoundlander with an overly active imagination.
I spend my days making mistakes and then trying to fix them before I get caught.
My life is random!